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"There's more," I growl.

With a groan of desire, I push her onto the bed and flip her onto her stomach, her hands pressed into the cool headboard.

She gasps, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with desire.

Unable to resist, I once again bury my face between her legs, this time from behind.

She gasps as I slip my tongue into her entrance, almost sending her leaping off the bed.

She moans, loud and wanton, as I lick and tease her swollen bud from behind.

I lap up her juices, her taste addicting me like nothing else.

"Morello," she gasps, her nails digging into the sheets. "Vincent fucking Morello!"

With one last, hard flick of my tongue and a deep, steady thrust of my finger, Alina shatters, my name on her lips a keening cry of release.

Her entire body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her.

As her orgasm begins to subside, I reach forward and entangle my hand in her's hair, and she gasps as I pull her head back, exposing her delicate throat.

"You don't know the things I've thought about doing to you, bella," I growl.

My tone is rough with lust and need, and I notice her shiver involuntarily.

"Show me," she breathes.

I can tell that she's finally starting to trust me, even though she worries she shouldn't.

My body aches for her.

I want to protect her and fuck her brains out all at the same time.

My cock throbs for her.

Slowly, I insert one finger inside her, then another, stretching her as she moans.

"Morello," she groans, arching her back. "I need you."

I tease her entrance with my hard length, denying her the relief she so desperately craves.

She shivers at the sensation of my warm breath against her ear. "I've wanted you like this from the moment I saw you, Alina."

"And I've wanted you, Vincent," she pants as her breath recovers.

I almost lose myself at the sound of my name on her lips.

"You've got me, baby," I growl, lining up my cock with her wet entrance. "Tell me to fuck you."

"Fuck me, Vincent," she moans, her voice hoarse with need.

And I do.

I plunge into her from behind, deep and relentless, our bodies slapping together in rhythm.

I can feel her walls clench around me, her nails digging into the bed.

Alina, without knowing it, has become my lifeline, my salvation in this dark world.